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                              Sunshine in the Afternoon

               Well  I've done  it  again.  I  went  out  and  had  another
          fantastic  adventure  playing with  women. Once  more, I  used my
          ability to  become invisible to  camouflage my moves,  and caused
          confusion and embarrassment to the female species. I chose a well
          stocked arena for my pleasures this time, somewhat different from
          the video store  that I told you of in  my last installment. This
          time, rather, I thought that the public beach would be fun.

               I started out  by playing  with the girls  who were  hanging
          around  the sidewalks.  Some  of them  were roller-skating,  some
          window shopping, and  some just  talking with the  guys who  were
          wandering around. Most of them were wearing swim suits, but a few
          had on dolphin shorts.

               Then I saw  a girl who just  seemed to be asking  me to mess
          with her. She had shorts on, but they were the kind  that sort of
          wrapped around the waist and tied  in back. The second I  noticed
          her, my eyes picked up on  the carefully knotted bow, noting that
          one quick  pull could  have quite  spectacular results.  I looked
          carefully at her rear end, trying to discern if she had a suit or
          panties on  underneath, but I  could not see  any distinguishable
          outline.

               I saw that when I made my move, I'd have to dodge the people
          as they were skating, walking, and running past. This girl that I
          had  my  eye on  was  skating with  about  three others,  and was
          performing some pretty  neat manuevers,  so I planned  out how  I
          would wait for her  to come near me, and then  reach out and pull
          the knot loose at her back.

               Every  now and then, she would  lose her balance and have to
          bend over  to  regain it.  When  she did  so,  the shorts  pulled
          tightly  up the  crack of  her ass,  revealing her  white, smooth
          cheeks. She  skated closer, closer, and  closer, finally circling
          right up  to the cement wall  by which I was standing  in wait. I
          had to step to the side to avoid her, but she slowed for a moment
          as she passed, and I reached out to her.

               To cause a  distraction, I jammed my  foot just in  front of
          her skate as she passed, and she stumbled right over it, breaking
          her fall with her hands, as she hit the cement. Ever so gently, I
          loosed  the knot at her back  and untangled the strands while she
          was down  on the  ground, and I  smiled, watching  the knot  pull
          apart. She  got back up but, because the knot hadn't fully fallen
          apart, the others around her didn't immediately notice. But after
          about three seconds, the  bottom quite literally fell out  of her
          shorts. The strings  separated, and  the front  of her  one-piece
          shorts fell open and swung down between her legs.

               For  nearly ten  full seconds,  she didn't  notice  what had
          happened,  and continued skating around, somehow miraculously not
          getting  tangled in her dangling laces. She didn't see the shorts








          flapping  behind her like a cape, but the guys started whistling,
          laughing,  and pointing at her  in lust, staring  straight at her
          pussy. One of the other  girls saw what had happened after  a few
          seconds and, embarrassed  for her, screamed  at her, pointing  at
          the shorts blowing in her wake.

               My  victim screamed  with shock  and embarrassment  when she
          looked down and saw her own  pussy like that, and almost lost her
          balance in her struggle to cover  herself up again and re-tie her
          shorts. After doing so, she skated off, humiliated, being taunted
          by the guys.

               Smiling happily to myself, I wandered off to search for more
          lovely girls to have fun with.  I walked next to the sidewalk, in
          the grassy areas, to minimize the chance of bumping into someone.

               Along the way, I almost missed a golden opportunity. Almost,
          that is. As I passed in front of one of the beach houses, I spied
          my  next victim. These beach  houses have very  small front yards
          with  three-foot  brick  walls around  them,  and  this  girl was
          tanning herself in her little yard on one of those folding summer
          lounge chairs. She  looked only  about seventeen or  so, but  had
          lovely, dirty-blond hair, and  a quite alluring body, so  I crept
          in for a closer look.

               Although her bikini didn't look  unusually skimpy or easy to
          remove  (by  my  unique  standards), she  had  made  one critical
          mistake. What I had so nearly overlooked was that she had her top
          untied  and lying enticingly loose on her chest. I figure she had
          it like that because she had been  turning over to try and get an
          all  around tan and was just too lazy  to keep retying it. At any
          rate, there is  simply no way that  I could, in good  conscience,
          bypass such a supreme chance to view the young lady's breasts.

               The  ties were hanging down  by her sides,  and almost every
          guy  who  strolled  by   admired  her  nubile,  blossoming  body,
          desperately longing  for a good wind  to erupt and whisk  her top
          off before she could react. She was lying back on an angle in the
          chair,  her arms  on the  armrests, so  there really  wasn't much
          holding her  top on except gravity  and a bit of  luck. I decided
          that since gravity was unlikely to change, maybe her luck should.

               I gingerly stepped over  the low brick wall and snuck  up to
          her. There was a radio softly  playing on the drink table next to
          her,  with an empty  glass beside it.  One whiff from  it told me
          that she was relaxing with a good, stiff Jack Daniels & Seven-Up.

               I smiled.  A young  girl, alone  at a  beach-house, drinking
          booze. I concluded that mom and dad must be away  for the weekend
          and she was having the  run of the place. That was fine  with me.
          Her  drinking meant there was  a good chance  that she might fall
          asleep lying out here.

               I  stepped around in front  of her, considering  how to best








          make  my move, but nicked the corner  of the chair, unable to see
          my own  invisible leg. Her eyes  cracked open as  she squinted in
          the  bright sunlight,  looking directly  through me.  Checking on
          either  side, she seemed satisfied that she had only imagined the
          movement and  raised her arms,  cat-like and lazily,  to stretch,
          neglecting the unstable condition of her bikini.

               Reaching her arms behind  her head, she arched her  back and
          moaned  sleepily. The small movement was just enough to cause her
          little bikini top to slip, and it  dropped into her lap, exposing
          her  pearly-white  tits.  In  her sleepy,  inebriated  daze,  she
          flashed her virginal,  seventeen-year-old breasts in the  blazing
          sunlight for about three  seconds, before she gazed down  and saw
          that it had fallen off.

      g her
          tits in  her hands, and quickly looked  left and right for people
          who might  have seen her. She appeared to have been asleep, and I
          cursed my luck, hoping that I hadn't blown my chance.

               Sighing  gratefully when she found that no one had seen, she
          picked her  top up and  quickly laid  it back  atop her  breasts,
          making sure that they were completely covered. Looking around her
          at the people nearby, she  made a face that seemed to  suggest to
          me that she wasn't too sure about leaving it untied. But the Jack
          Daniels apparently  skewed her  common sense  enough so  that she
          decided  to chance it  afterall. I decided  to wait  for a little
          while, hoping that she would fall back to sleep, or a least close
          enough for me to make a move.

               Pressing her top  to her  chest with one  hand, she  reached
          over for  her drink. A good,  long gulp finished it  off, and the
          ice cubes  clinked in the now empty glass. By the strength of the
          whiskey  that I smelled, it  looked like she  would sleep soundly
          for  a  while.  Draining  it completely,  condensation  from  the
          sweating  glass dripped onto  her belly, dribbling  down into her
          navel.

               I sat for about twenty minutes on the steps leading into her
          house,  watching two boys throw  a frisbee back  and forth out in
          the sand, until  I was pretty sure she was  asleep. Once again, I
          stepped  up to her. I  leaned over and put my  face next to hers,
          listening to  her slow, gentle, whiskey-scented  breaths. She was
          gone. It was time.

               I  didn't care  why she  was drinking  at  one o'clock  on a
          Saturday  afternoon, as I scanned left and right for witnesses. I
          saw no one  that would  notice my movements,  although the  beach
          area was quite crowded.  People tend not to notice  little things
          when they aren't watching for them.

               I carefully reached down to her chest, meticulously planning
          each move.  Holding my breath, I  fingered the side edges  of her
          top,  and  flicked my  eyes up  to hers.  Seeing  not a  glint of








          consciousness, I gently  lifted her bikini  right off her  chest,
          and once again revealed her precious, adolescent tits.

               Quickly, I stepped back and dropped her top by her chair. If
          she awoke, I  wanted it to  look like it  had just fallen off  by
          itself. But awake she most certainly did not. To my  delight, she
          remained contentedly  asleep,  completely oblivious  to the  fact
          that she was lying disgracefully topless in full view of hundreds
          of people, including her nextdoor neighbors.

               Her  breasts were about average size and were nice and firm.
          They  were noticeably white compared  to the rest  of her bronzed
          body, so it  really drew  attention to them.  They were  equipped
          with cherry red nipples. Also, I noticed, not  surprisingly, that
          her tits  were dry  of the slippery,  sweet-smelling coconut  oil
          that she had smoothed over the rest of her body.

               Though  the beach itself was quite crowded, there was a lull
          in  the traffic along the sidewalk, and  no one had passed by and
          seen her. The frisbee kids were  close enough to notice, but they
          were more involved  with their game  than with  girls. So I  took
          advantage of the extra time to have a little more fun.

               First, I  picked her top back up, now confident that she was
          not going  to observe it moving  by itself, and laid  it atop the
          low  brick wall  separating  her tiny  yard  from the  beachfront
          sidewalk.  I knew it would  arouse curiosity there,  with all the
          guys who walked by, and they'd  look over at her and see  that it
          was quite obviously hers.

               Then I quickly ran  over and locked her apartment  door from
          the  inside, and  quietly  pulled it  shut,  preventing her  from
          making any type of quick, graceful escape when she awoke.

               So now I had a helpless girl lying in front of me asleep and
          topless. I  bent  over silently  and gently  kissed each  nipple,
          pressing my lips together  firmly to try and stimulate  them. But
          it evoked no response whatsoever from her.

               I'd never encountered  a girl in  her condition before,  and
          now I was kind of puzzled at what to do. "Hmm," I wondered, "What
          about her bottom?"

               I  looked at  it  very closely.  Even  though she  was  deep
          asleep, I was  sure there was no way I could pull it down without
          her waking. It was just too tight.

               But I  figured that since  she was  asleep, I might  just be
          able to smooth some suntan lotion on her  tits without her waking
          up. Hell, even if she  did wake up, she would be groggy  from the
          sleep and the booze,  and even then would be  reacting to finding
          herself topless. So it seemed like a great idea.

               Grabbing her bottle of lotion, I squeezed a few drops of the








          thick liquid  onto my fingers and  knelt down next to  her in her
          lounge chair. Ever so gently, I touched the tips of my fingers to
          her right nipple, and slowly traced a tiny circle on her quarter-
          sized aureola, the sticky liquid darkening  the tender, red skin.
          I watched  her for reaction,  but incredibly  she didn't  awaken!
          After about twenty seconds of this, I moistened my other hand and
          joined in on her other side.

               I continued to delicately caress her nipples  like this, and
          after about thirty  more seconds,  I felt them  stiffen under  my
          touch.  They  swelled as  blood  slowly  invigorated her  aroused
          breasts. A  soft moan escaped her lips, and I realized that I was
          getting her horny while she was still asleep in front of me! This
          was  too much.  I wondered  how  far I  was going  to get  before
          someone came along and she woke up.

               I saw that  her bikini looked like it was  tied at each hip.
          "Hmm...,"  I thought. Maybe I  could untie it  without waking her
          up, and not have to worry about pulling it down afterall.

               But just untying  it wouldn't be enough.  I wanted something
          memorable.  Wait. How  about if I  untied it  when I  woke her up
          while she was  topless? Yeah! That was it.  I searched around for
          something to  use to fasten the  ties to her chair.  That way, it
          would get untied as soon as she  got up. Plus, I wouldn't have to
          worry about waking her accidentally with no one there to see.

               Shit! Right  as I thought about what  would happen, I saw an
          older couple strolling up  the sidewalk. "Out for their  afernoon
          walk," I thought. "Well,  they'll get a surprise today."  Damn, I
          hoped that they wouldn't wake her up!

               They  looked in their seventies or more. Maybe they wouldn't
          even  notice. They slowly passed  in front of  my victim's little
          beach cottage. The husband glanced absently over into the yard at
          my girl, only ten or so feet away.

               "Oh my,"  he exclaimed,  having an  unabridged  view of  her
          exposed  tits. He  stared  unabashedly, smiling  at the  surprise
          sight.

               His  wife looked over  when he exclaimed.  "Oh!" she gasped,
          putting  a hand to her  mouth. "Don't look,  Phillip," She pulled
          him toward  her, trying to  redirect his attention.  "These young
          people today have no modesty whatsoever."

      him along past the house, shocked and
          offended by the  sight of my bare-chested pet. I  breathed a sigh
          of relief that they hadn't  woken her up with their talking.  She
          just lay there, contentedly snoozing away, oblivious to  the view
          that she was presenting to everyone.

               I saw a  length of clotheline next to the  house and grabbed
          it up. "Maybe," I thought, "I can tie her bikini ties to this, so








          they'll  pull undone when she gets out  of her chair." Oh, God, I
          thought. That would be incredible. That would be ultimate.

               I hurried over  to her,  not wanting to  get interrupted  by
          anyone else while I was working. I bent down behind her chair and
          very  meticulously tied one end  of the clothesline  to the loose
          bikini tie at her left hip.

               Glancing  up at her, I happily saw her supple, ivory breasts
          rising and  falling with her contented, sleepy  sighs, her erect,
          ruby nipples glistening from  the lotion I had applied.  Fastened
          now on one side, I twisted the clothesline several time around  a
          sprinkler head behind her lounge  chair. The other end I  tied to
          the loose  bikini tie on  her right hip.  I made sure  that there
          were equal lengths of cord on each side so that whatever happened
          would happen on both sides at the same time.

               Hearing voices down  the sidewalk,  I saw that  there was  a
          group of about ten guys approaching. They were a ways down still,
          but  would arrive in several minutes. I wondered, just how worked
          up could I get her by the time they got there?

               After  thinking for a second, I reached down and slowly drew
          my  finger deeply  but  gently up  the  crack between  her  legs,
          feeling  her hot moist pussy under my  touch. She moaned, and her
          hips  almost imperceptably  started to  gyrate. Still  asleep, or
          maybe  semi-conscious, she  split  her legs  apart, her  drenched
          crotch pointed  toward the sidewalk where  passers-by wouldn't be
          able to keep from looking directly at it.

               Finally, the group of people approached her house. They were
          all guys in their mid-twenties and looked  as though they were in
          search of a party somewhere.  One saw her bikini top where  I had
          left it on the little stone wall.

               "Hey, lookit," he started,  picking it up, "someone...," and
          then he saw my girl. "Jesus  Christ!" he half yelled, seeing this
          half naked  girl on the  verges of orgasm  in front of  them. The
          rest  of  the   group  looked  on  in   lust,  barely  containing
          themselves.

               I continued to run my finger up and down on top of her lips,
          and she  softly  uttered,  "Fuck me,  mmm...  fuck,".  I  stopped
          touching her when the guys looked at her. Since  they were likely
          to be zeroing  in on her nipples and pussy, I didn't want them to
          see her skin dimpling under my touch.

               "Goddamn," one said, "Did you hear that? She must be gettin'
          off in  her  sleep! God,  look  at those  tits!" Turning  to  his
          friend, he asked him, "Hey, do you think she's gonna come? I mean
          being asleep like that?"

               "Shit, I  don't know," he  responded. "Hell, I  don't really
          care! I just can't believe she would lie out here with no top on.








          I think she can get arrested for that."

                When I stopped fondling her she dropped a hand to her groin
          and slipped her fingers inside her bikini, sliding them along the
          lips  of her throbbing vagina. "Ooh, unh..," she moaned deeply. I
          knew she was starting to come, watching her body shudder and hips
          move like she was receiving a man.

               The guys were all standing  in a line in front of  the brick
          wall, staring in disbelief.

               Then it  came to me.  What a  perfect time to  wake her  up!
          Right when  she was in the  middle of orgasm, throw  her into the
          spotlight! The  crowd of  guys was lust-stricken  and motionless,
          involved in their  own sexual  fantasies by watching  her, a  few
          just laughing between themselves.  I carefully stepped behind her
          and  reached  my arms  around  to her  sides.  And  then, as  she
          whimpered  in ecstasy,  I goosed  her. I poked  her right  in the
          sides, where everyone I know is unbearably ticklish.

               "Unh!" she shrieked, her eyes breaking open. For a moment, I
          don't  think she had any earthly  idea where she was. Eyes glazed
          in physical  delirium, she found herself  suddenly startled awake
          and sitting in front of a group of strangers.

               The guys laughed uproariously, and  whistled at the show she
          had given them. She saw them gaping at  her, reality beginning to
          hit her.

               "Aiiee!" she shrieked.  Her legs were spread  apart, and she
          still had her fingers inside her  bikini. Horrified, she squeezed
          them together  and yanked her  fingers out,  starting to  realize
          that she was no longer dreaming.

               She sat up and leaned forward on lounge chair to get up, but
          the booze hit her and she wavered.

               As  she  did so,  she felt  her  tits bouncing  loosely. She
          looked down and screamed in  shock and embarrassment finding them
          exposed to the strangers. Her nipples were still erect, and stood
          out  pointedly from  the smooth  white skin  of her  breasts. She
          threw her arms to her chest and looked up at the leering guys.

               "Where's my top!?" she  yelled angrily. One of the  guys was
          still holding it in his  hands. He looked down at it,  making the
          connection with its owner.

               "Give me it!" she screamed. Drunkenly, she pulled forward on
          the  chair, moving awkwardly  since she had  to hold  her arms in
          front of  her boobs.  When she  was out of  the chair  she lunged
          forward at the guy with her top.

               She was too  inebriated to feel the  clothesline drag behind
          her  and  pull  taut. Her  bikini  ties  stayed  fastened to  the








          clothesline and  pulled undone  before  she even  knew they  were
          tied.

               Instantly untied, her  suit bottom shot  off and dropped  to
          the  grass  in  front  of  the  lawn  chair, still  tied  to  the
          clothesline.

               "Aaahh!" she  shrieked, suddenly stripped naked  in front of
          them.

               The  guys  laughed  and  whistled  at  her,  boldly  staring
          straight at her curly, brown pubic hair. She threw her hands down
          to  cover her  pussy, caught  totally off  guard by  my practical
          joke.

               "Aahh!"  she  cried. She  turned  around  seeing her  bikini
          bottom  a  couple  of  feet  away  on  the  ground,  tied to  the
          clothesline.

               "Ohh,  nice ass!"  one  of  the  guys  taunted.  The  others
          laughed.

               "You fuckers!"  she screamed, turning back,  trying to cover
          her body.  She turned back to her suit bottom and ran over to it.
          She bent over  and grabbed a hold  of it, tugging on  it, but the
          clothesline was  too strong  for her  to break,  and she  was too
          drunk to untie my knots.

               She  stood back up and  turned back to  them, again covering
          herself as best as possible with her hands.

               "Give me my suit!"

               The  guys  laughed at  her  as  she  ran to  the  door.  She
          struggled  with the  knob,  her breasts  swinging  freely as  she
ed freely as  she drunkenly
          fought to escape from their gaze.

               "Shit!"  she screamed  in frustration.  Turning back  to the
          crowd, she yelled,  "Leave me  alone!" while  forgetting, in  her
          state, that she was totally nude.  She ran around the side of her
          house  to try the  front door, unconsciously  giving everyone who
          saw her a lovely view of her body.

               The guys laughed uproariously at her, all  now trying subtly
          to  hide their  hard-ons.  Several whistled  to  her as  she  ran
          topless in her front door. I smiled, another mission successfully
          completed.